Sick bay. T'Pol, lying on an examining table, tells Phlox, "That's impossible." Phlox tells her it's nothing to ashamed of. "My teeth were sealed with a tri-fluorinate compound twenty-three years ago," T'Pol informs him. Guess all that human food is bound to rot Vulcan molars. Phlox tells her that nonetheless, some decay has started. "See for yourself," he says, pointing at a computerized X-ray above T'Pol's head. She looks and glares. "I'm sure you have more pressing concerns, I'll come back later," T'Pol says, and makes to bolt sick bay. Phlox stuffs and nonsenses her excuse and tells her he can fix it right then and there. T'Pol resentfully lies back on the examining table and opens her mouth a crack. "Wider, please!" Phlox commands, and T'Pol's jaw drops like a cartoon character's. I think I'll just leave that little display without comment, as long as someone turns off that damn bamp-chicka-wocka-bamp-bamp music. Phlox pauses above T'Pol's unlocked jaw with a dental implement and comments, "You've lived among humans for quite some time now, Sub-Commander, and I'm curious -- have you ever known them to mate outside their species?" T'Pol adopts the "dentist's fingers in mouth" dialect, which is actually quite effectively comical since it's coming from her. "A-ha! There it is!" Phlox crows gleefully, and picks up another instrument. T'Pol asks, "Are you asking out of personal interest or scientific curiosity?" Phlox explains that he's become "close" with a crewman, and he thinks she's "attracted" to him. T'Pol tells him that in her range of experience with humans, "they lack the emotional maturity for inter-species relationships. They tend to be easily infatuated with things they find new. This crewman may simply be satisfying her curiosity at your expense," T'Pol finishes loftily. Phlox looks a bit disconcerted -- maybe even hurt? -- by the idea of Scrunch's interest being no more than a passing fancy. He tells T'Pol to open again and does some more dental work. Phlox VOs, "Sub-Commander T'Pol has a very pragmatic view of the universe. I admire her logic although she lacks the instinctiveness that a more emotional response can provide. Somehow, I find this unsettling." I find that odd, because what with the lack of emotion he seems to display in this episode, I'd think he'd actually relate to T'Pol more than he'd find her "unsettling." Phlox finishes with T'Pol's mouth and says, "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" T'Pol gets up without a word. "Thanks for your insights," Phlox says. T'Pol turns to him and tells him to be careful. However, she says it weirdly, more like "mmmbe careful." And the inflection has the result of over-dramatizing the situation -- again, something at odds with what it means to be Vulcan.